Made a friend today.
A rat. I believe the rodent came from the crawlspace, smelling the decaying carcass of Dr. Fournier. I don't think it liked him much; he munches on me instead. I don't mind; the pain and fresh wounds make me happy and he can eat until he's full. He's a rather calm fellow; he even lets me pet him.
In fact, he's in my lap right now as I write this at the table.
My ink is running low, however. But it will take a while for it to be empty. I shall look for a new source of ink later.
Perhaps I shall give him a name.
